She ...

Thursday, August 27, 2015
Hiba Moeen
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An air of coldness was around her, Yet a glow of warmth would surround her. She was a symbol of hope, Yet a reflection of despair. Her smile was a literary trope, Yet her temper a volcanic glare. She was a mystery unsolved, With thoughts disputed and unresolved. Her mind was a treasure unexplored ... But silently it often roared. She was two souls locked in one, The key of which was possessed by none!